[ Ji-Woon turns the confession over, stretching it out. This kid was the first to attempt (a stupid, impulsive, and failed) murder in the vault, and now to confess someone is on his quite premeditated hit list for... merely bruising one of his friends? To confess it without offering any context that might justify taking another human's life?

You're so much more interesting now, little brother. He'll have his eye on you.

For now, though, Ji-Woon tilts his face away, letting his hair tumble over his forehead. ]

I was a member of NO-SPIN. One of five. We had a day in the studio, up before dawn to record. It was exhausting, and when we broke for lunch, I went off alone. Too a walk.

[ He closes his eyes, he exhales, he performs. ]

I never broke for lunch alone, but they were running behind, and they stayed to keep working... I was done with my parts, mm?, so there was no rush to get back. I was hanging around for morale, give feedback. And when I arrived, the air was thick, the studio was burning, and the doors were barricaded shut by speakers that had fallen from the ceiling.

[ Another pause, a swallow, a concerted effort to keep his voice calm, and level, despite the painful recollection. ]

The fire crew told me later there was a structural issue with the speakers, and when they fell, it started an electrical fire.

[ His posture readjusts, as if bracing himself. ]

But I got there, and they were trapped. They were burning. They were screaming for me for help, but I couldn't move the speakers. I didn't... [ his voice gets quiet, and he confesses: ] I didn't even really try. I was frozen.

It was my fault. I murdered them.